Run: 2026-03-25-01KMJ7TRRPX9GAN1BXKM400GKV

**ISABELLA:** "Le persone scompaiono... non è solo lontano." *(The people disappear... it's not just far away.)* ***(She gestures anxiously, voice trembling as she points vaguely at the camera in her hands. The photo of the orchard's shadowed edge is visible on her phone screen. Her accent is soft but thick, her hands shaking as she traces the edges of town on the café’s map.**** **HUNTER:** *(Brow furrowed. His fingers tap the table once, twice.)* "You the one who got that picture of the barn last night? Looks like smoke or something." **ISABELLA:** *(Her eyes flick to the camera. She hesitates, trembling, then blurts out)* "Mio amico... non c'era dopo aver visto ‘l’apparizione’ vicino agli alberi. (She cuts the sentence mid-protest, clutching the device like a lifeline.)* **HUNTER:** *(Shaking his head, replacing the camera.)* "Can’t say it in my language, but can you draw it? Something you saw?" **ISABELLA:** *(She takes a napkin and pen from the table, hands unsteady. Swiftly sketches a gnarled tree with extended branches and an X around it.)* "Foto qui... la voce... non è gente." *(Photo here... the voice. It’s not people.)* ***(She holds up a blurry shot of a lone tree, its trunk twisted, and points at her throat, signaling whisper. Her face is pale.**** **HUNTER:** *(Leans closer, scrutinizing the drawing and photo. His jaw tightens.)* "Voice. You think someone’s sound caused it?" *(He stands abruptly, phone already ringing in his pocket. He mutes the call, holding her gaze.)* **ISABELLA:** *(Nods but adds hastily, her Italian quick and fragmented.)* "Ancora non è finito! Ci sono... proteggere? (She clutches the napkin, eyes darting to the café door before she places it in his hand.)* **HUNTER:** *(Folds the napkin into his pocket, voice low as he answers the call, voice shifting to his own tone.)* "Background noise—got it." *(He steps away, but instructs the barista,)* "Keep an eye on her. I’ll be back." **ISABELLA:** *(Her voice trails after him, urgent and fearful.)* "Tornerai? (Will you return?)* **HUNTER:** *(On the call now, shoving off toward the door.)* "Local PD says a new missing person matched the barn video. I’m on it." ***(His hand brushes against her camera as he exits, and she turns the screen on, watching him go. The photo of the tree blankly stares back.)*** *She presses a new photo into his other hand—a cleaved tree shadow, stretched like a figure, as the café door slams behind him. Her fingers linger briefly on the symbol of protection she sketched.**** --- *Note: While Hunter speaks plainly in English, the script translates Isabella’s lines with a voice that subtly shows her shaken state through speed, breath, and pauses. Hunter's confusion turns into clipped urgency as his call interrupts them. Isabella leaves a clue in a crossed-out, shadowed tree, and the promise of something unseen—protection from a voice perhaps—at the center of the mystery. Alborn’s calm facade is a bitmap of secrets masked in red apples and yellow leaves.*